Only the First One Gets Poetry

The rest are lucky to get a toothbrush!

Sadie is not going to 4-H Camp this year because she wanted the money to go to Summer School, instead.
As her younger siblings head off to 4-H Camp, she's been feeling nostalgic, and browsing through old camp cards, letters, programs and photos.
Terminally sentimental, she has kept it all, in organized folders and boxes, year by year.

I came across this letter we sent to her in 2007:

A 4-H Camp Poem from Mom

Don't stay up too late,
Don't sleep in too long,
Don't pierce your ears to try to belong.

Don't flip anyone off when they take your picture,
Don't do anything that will cause Randy to lecture.

Be helpful and kind.
Don't just sit on your behind.
When making food choices, keep your roommates in mind.
(Don't eat the Beanie-Weenies, they'll make you all farty.)
Oh! And invite all your friends to the 2007 MUD PARTY!!

Love,
Mommy


A 4-H Camp Poem from Dad

Don't sneak out of your cabin.
With the boys, please don't flirt.

Don't drink any beer
Or wear a short skirt.

Don't drown in the pool
On your pillow don't drool

While you're gone, we miss you more than you think,
But we've saved for you all the dishes in the sink.

Enjoy all your classes
Remind the boys I'll kick their... butts.

Don't spoof your drink when you laugh during lunch
And remember...
You're still my little girl and I love you a whole bunch!

Love,
Daddy